Zhao Siqing's gaze fell on Huo Jingchen's hand.
His slender fingers were covered in bruises and bloodstains. He had just recovered from an old injury, and in the blink of an eye, new injuries had appeared.
After Huo Jingchen helped her put on her socks, he covered her with the quilt again.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark.
When she met his face, Zhao Siqing tilted her head slightly to avoid his gaze, but her eyes were a little sore.
Didn't it hurt him to have so many injuries?
Why did he treat her so well without saying a word.
Seeing that she still didn't seem to want to talk to him, Huo Jingchen was silent for a moment before saying softly, "good night. "
After saying that, he got up and walked out of the bedroom.
Zhao Siqing turned her head to look at his back. The man's back was straight, but there was an indescribable sense of loneliness.
Zhao Siqing frowned. She couldn't explain why, but she felt a pain in her heart.
Huo Jingchen sat on the bed in the living room, staring at the dark television in a daze.
Every time he closed his eyes, he would think of the scene at the mall that day.
He came out of the pharmacy, but he couldn't find her anywhere.
The crowd was very chaotic, but he only felt a panic that he had never felt before.
He searched for her shadow everywhere as if he had gone crazy. In a trance, he almost thought that this period of time was a dream.
Then, he woke up from the dream, and she disappeared, never to return.
It was not until later, when Lu Qian's assistant found him, that his heart gradually eased.
Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened at the thought of Lu Qian treating her wound.
He did not know if she still loved Lu Qian.
He also did not know if she still felt that Lu Qian was better than him.
Whenever he thought of the two years they had been together, he couldn't control himself anymore.
He just wanted that man to disappear, he just wanted him to never appear in front of her again!
In the bedroom, Zhao Siqing sat on the bed in a daze.
Thinking of the injury on his face, she finally lifted the blanket and got out of bed.
Although Lu Qian wasn't as ruthless as him, back in country M, there were still occasional fights.
Huo Jingchen didn't say a word, he didn't know if the injury was serious or not.
There was a creaking sound coming from the bedroom door. Huo Jingchen came back to his senses and turned to look.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Huo Jingchen turned to look.
Zhao Siqing stood where she was and looked at him for a few seconds. Then, she lowered her eyes and walked to his side with the medicine box.
Under the warm light, Zhao Siqing stood in front of him. She first pushed aside his hair and looked at his face.
One side of his eye was blue, there was a bruise on his forehead, and there was a cut on the corner of his mouth.
She was silently treating his wound, but she could not help but think about it.
She did not know if she and Huo Jingchen had a bad relationship. Ever since she met this man, either he was injured or she was injured. They had never stopped.
"Did you always get injured in the past? " Zhao Siqing asked softly as she applied medicine on his wound.
Huo Jingchen was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said, "No. "
Hearing this, Zhao Siqing did not ask further.
After treating his wound, she looked down at him and said softly, "are you hurt? "
Huo Jingchen did not say anything and took off his shirt.
The man's strong and fair muscles were a little dazzling. Zhao Siqing looked away uncomfortably.
His muscles were well-proportioned and strong. He looked much more muscular than when he was wearing his clothes. No one dared to look at him directly.
Zhao Siqing quickly glanced at him. Other than a bruise on his waist and abdomen, he did not have many other injuries. She sprayed some medicine to dissolve the bruises on him and turned around. "Alright, you should go to bed early too. "